Wierd Dreams Are Made of This...
Apr. 22nd, 2003 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseI don't know what's brought on such odd dreams, but I've had a couple of them.
Thankfully, the possibly Effexor-induced nightmares have subsided. Instead, I have sex dreams that seem to center around sexual frustration.
Saturday night, I had my first - and so far - only Jimmy Fallon sex dream. Now, I like Jimmy Fallon. He's a great comic and all, but doesn't appeal to me beyond that sort of "platonic/brother's best friend" sort of attraction.
Anyways, in this particular dream, all that really happened was that we were in his bed, fooling around a bit. Kissing, me being the aggressor & playing with his nipples ... but before it could go into anything sexual (he wanted a blowjob in the dream), we were interrupted, and ended up running around town with a few of his friends. Anytime we tried to be alone, it wasn't happening - something would come up and we'd be interrupted again.
Okay, so part of that dream censorship may have come from my being at my parents' house ... hehe. But, it was still a really strange dream.
The dreams I had at home, in my own bed, aren't much better though. They're just as wierd.
For some reason, I'd been having dreams about my back massager - the Hitachi Jackhammer, as I've nicknamed it. Even though the damn thing ended up inflicting some physical pain from overuse. Ooops.
Oh yeah ... the dream. Now, I have nothing wrong with masturbation fantasies (meaning, dreams where I'm doing it, not the fantasies I have while masturbating) ... but last night's was just really fucking strange.
I admit, that one of the many things that can get my engine running is the thought of being watched in a sexual situation. In this dream, I had Steven Page watching me jilling off. With the Hitachi Jackhammer. And I couldn't get off for anything. *shakes head*
First, I'd never use the Hitachi Jackhammer in the presence of others - unless they really want to see me using it. Second, being unable to get off with that behemoth? What the hell was my problem?
Meh ... at least Steve was smiling while he watched me. Of course, I woke up before anything else could happen. Ah well.
Now, I'm going to bed, to see if I can get some sleep and hopefully not have any more perfectly odd dreams. Good night everyone!
Thankfully, the possibly Effexor-induced nightmares have subsided. Instead, I have sex dreams that seem to center around sexual frustration.
Saturday night, I had my first - and so far - only Jimmy Fallon sex dream. Now, I like Jimmy Fallon. He's a great comic and all, but doesn't appeal to me beyond that sort of "platonic/brother's best friend" sort of attraction.
Anyways, in this particular dream, all that really happened was that we were in his bed, fooling around a bit. Kissing, me being the aggressor & playing with his nipples ... but before it could go into anything sexual (he wanted a blowjob in the dream), we were interrupted, and ended up running around town with a few of his friends. Anytime we tried to be alone, it wasn't happening - something would come up and we'd be interrupted again.
Okay, so part of that dream censorship may have come from my being at my parents' house ... hehe. But, it was still a really strange dream.
The dreams I had at home, in my own bed, aren't much better though. They're just as wierd.
For some reason, I'd been having dreams about my back massager - the Hitachi Jackhammer, as I've nicknamed it. Even though the damn thing ended up inflicting some physical pain from overuse. Ooops.
Oh yeah ... the dream. Now, I have nothing wrong with masturbation fantasies (meaning, dreams where I'm doing it, not the fantasies I have while masturbating) ... but last night's was just really fucking strange.
I admit, that one of the many things that can get my engine running is the thought of being watched in a sexual situation. In this dream, I had Steven Page watching me jilling off. With the Hitachi Jackhammer. And I couldn't get off for anything. *shakes head*
First, I'd never use the Hitachi Jackhammer in the presence of others - unless they really want to see me using it. Second, being unable to get off with that behemoth? What the hell was my problem?
Meh ... at least Steve was smiling while he watched me. Of course, I woke up before anything else could happen. Ah well.
Now, I'm going to bed, to see if I can get some sleep and hopefully not have any more perfectly odd dreams. Good night everyone!
